You’ve decided it’s your responsibility to boss me around. To make sure no one touches me, when guess what, Teddy? No one asked you to take on those responsibilities. And here’s the real doozy, my friend.” I pat his chest, ignoring the feel of his tense muscles beneath my palm. “I want to be touched. I want to be kissed. To be fu––” He slams his mouth against mine. I gasp, and he shoves his tongue between my lips. It isn’t soft or sweet. It isn’t innocent. It’s freaking dirty. And selfish. Like I’m being used. Like he’s proving exactly what it’s like to wind up with a hockey player instead of
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